He shut his eyes and turned his face away from me. Then he said in anannoyed voice:- Mom!March 12.- Why do women paint their nails, mom?- We like to l...ok pretty, darling! And many men wear nail polish too.He has obviously been thinking. I used the opportunity and held himcloser to me.- Let me paint your nails, Jack! Then you can see how nice you look.Jack paid interest in the floor again, clearly shy and embarrassed. Ifinally got a nod, the most explicit statement possible right now.- I don't. Mitch thought that if he were to get an erection, it might just tear the trunks right off of him.Mitch went outside, jumped into the water, and swam a few laps. He was carefully keeping an eye on the windows to make sure Emma was somewhere she could see outside when he got out of the pool. Mitch could see that Emma had come into the kitchen, and was making a pitcher of iced tea. Mitch seized his opportunity. He slowly climbed out of the pool and turned to face the window. With his swim trunks. No ... protected ... by Michael in the river. It was a new sensation for her; she was use to and comfortable being the protector, the one in control. It would be awhile before she could make sense of that role being reversed even for a little while.She stretched cautiously, her muscles giving a bit of protest but nothing like they should have.Being shot before she knew that every bone in her body should ache, the trauma of a gunshot wound affects the entire body and it takes days to get. "Because unless you want to be gang-raped, I'm going to throat fuck you," Blake said pulling out hard 17 inched barbed futa cock as Jaune whimpered."It's so bi-AH!" Jaune never finished his sentence. Blake seeing better to get things over with decided to say fuck it and jammed her cock right down his virgin throat! "Fuck me! So tight!" Blake hissed her monster cock slammed home going into the deepest parts of Jaune's hot tight throat! Her dick Plowed forward her long six inched barbs sliced his.